Kan een dichter de wereld redden?

[Voltian]

login screen poetry

I'm a human.
I'm not a robot.
Remember me.


(courtesy: https://twitter.com/pmrpr/status/1059062143407013888)

[TV-verslaafde]

"Dogs" - Pink Floyd

You got to be crazy, gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

[Elio di Supo]

Marc groet 's morgens de dingen

Dag ventje met de fiets op de vaas met de bloem
ploem ploem
dag stoel naast de tafel
dag brood op de tafel
dag visserke-vis met de pijp
en
dag visserke-vis met de pet
pet en pijp
van het visserke-vis
goeiendag

Daa-ag vis
dag lieve vis
dag klein visselijn mijn

[IJsboer]

[Elio di Supo]

Ze is er wel, ze is er niet
Niets meer wat ze nog echt ziet
Loopt een beetje doelloos rond
En verstopt dan wat ze
zojuist vond

Ze herkent me wel of toch
weer niet
Dan ben ik haar zus en
ze geniet
In haar ogen een lege blik
Zo ver weg dat ik bijna stik

Zo dichtbij en zo ver weg
Niet meer horend wat ik zeg
Het is wat nooit went
Maar mijn moeder is
echt dement.

[De schoofzak]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door TV-verslaafde

Als je woest bent wacht 24 uur en zeg dan wat je te zeggen hebt.

Zo lang ? Ik ben opgevoed met de "draait twaalf keer uw tong om alvorens ..." (en ik leerde die spreuk lang vooraleer ik andere tongen draaide, laat staan waarin ik die draaide)

[Zucht]

Fremd bin ich eingezogen,
Fremd zieh’ ich wieder aus.
Der Mai war mir gewogen
Mit manchem Blumenstrauß.
Das Mädchen sprach von Liebe,
Die Mutter gar von Eh’, -
Nun ist die Welt so trübe,
Der Weg gehüllt in Schnee.

Ich kann zu meiner Reisen
Nicht wählen mit der Zeit,
Muß selbst den Weg mir weisen
In dieser Dunkelheit.
Es zieht ein Mondenschatten
Als mein Gefährte mit,
Und auf den weißen Matten
Such’ ich des Wildes Tritt.

Was soll ich länger weilen,
Daß man mich trieb hinaus?
Laß irre Hunde heulen
Vor ihres Herren Haus;
Die Liebe liebt das Wandern –
Gott hat sie so gemacht –
Von einem zu dem andern.
Fein Liebchen, gute Nacht!

Will dich im Traum nicht stören,
Wär schad’ um deine Ruh’.
Sollst meinen Tritt nicht hören –
Sacht, sacht die Türe zu!
Schreib im Vorübergehen
Ans Tor dir: Gute Nacht,
Damit du mögest sehen,
An dich hab’ ich gedacht.

(Wilhelm Müller : Gute Nacht : uit Die Winterreise. De moeite waard om ze alle 24 te lezen, begeleid door de muziek van Franz Schubert."

[Wapper]

IF (Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on! '

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings- -nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And- -which is more- -you'll be a Man, my son!

[Universalia]

De Wijde Wereld

[TV-verslaafde]

"Pigs (Three Different Ones)" - Pink Floyd.

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....!.....!.....!.....!
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

Hehe.

Conclusie: wees een hond of een schaap. Maar niet het zwijn.

[Libro]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Skobelev

Kan een dichter de wereld redden?

Misschien wel.

Bijlage 109698

Ik denk dat we beter af zijn met één verder.

[Universalia]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Voltian

login screen poetry

I'm a human.
I'm not a robot.
Remember me.


(courtesy: https://twitter.com/pmrpr/status/1059062143407013888)

Veronique is a human being - the book of execution.

[Den Duisteren Duikboot]

Haiku Herman gaat de wereld redden.

[Skobelev]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Libro

Ik denk dat we beter af zijn met één verder.

Scherp zelle

[TV-verslaafde]

"Spirit Of Sacrifice."

In these unpleasant and ignorant days
Don't ask us for happines, for tolerance or bliss
Or the condoning of decadent ways
Ask us for the fire that is in our hearts
For that burning word that needs to be sown
That will set the mind of our people aflame
Ask us for an annihilating hour of ecstasy
Don't ask us to soothen what wounds you may have
But ask us to weed out what shouldn't be there
BUT FOR TOO LONG HAVE BEEN
Ask us to take back what is ours by right
May be repossed by liberating deeds

[Anna List]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door IJsboer

O_o

[Skobelev]

't Zijn weiden als wiegende zeeën,
Die groenen langs stroom en rivier,
Hier vredige dorpkens, daar steen,
Die rijzen met torens vol zwier.
't Zijn welige velden en wouden,
Of vlakten der heide vol rust.
O, 'k wil in mijn harte behouden
Die schoonheid, mijn oppersten lust.

[Anna List]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Skobelev

't Zijn weiden als wiegende zeeën,
Die groenen langs stroom en rivier,
Hier vredige dorpkens, daar steen,
Die rijzen met torens vol zwier.
't Zijn welige velden en wouden,
Of vlakten der heide vol rust.
O, 'k wil in mijn harte behouden
Die schoonheid, mijn oppersten lust.

groene stroom, toen al!

[Universalia]

Wijlen Toon Hermans was gelukkig als het gras maar groen was en de hemel blauw.

Meer moet dat niet zijn.

[Skobelev]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Anna List

groene stroom, toen al!

't zal een dichterlijke vrijheid zijn.